The count noticed how the horse refrained from eating the grass, like she didn't like the taste of it or something. Which was odd considering the fact that she was a herbivore .Issachar felt the breeze on his backside of his neck. The count spent many of his early days out hunting with his father he knew that the horse would easily pick up his sent on the wind. Cursing his luck he backed away deeper into the foliage hoping to fool the horse. 'You will be mine by the days end horse, and then her hand will finally be mine.' He thought to himself proudly at the thought of marrying the beautiful countess of the neighboring land. This horse would be the perfect gift.